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Brothers	By : Koori Category: +S through Z > World of Warcraft Views: 1830 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter Twenty – Nathaniel Conway, Age 10
He didn't want to wake up, conscious brought pain and he'd had his full. However, his keeper wouldn't be denied and the water poured on his face threatened to drown him if he didn't awake. Choking he roused, sitting up … the rope around his neck pulled taut reopening wounds. In the dim light he saw Vance smiling at the other end. His hands were bound behind him, and the filthy gag he'd been force into before he'd passed out was still wedge between his teeth preventing him from calling out.
"You hear him?" Vance hissed. "The old fool has walked past us twice, calling your name. Stupid blind idiot probably couldn't find his way out of a paper bag. Once it's full dark we'll go find my Pa, he has big plans for you. I just wanted your ring but Pa thinks we can sell you for gold … being an elf child all, bunch of faggots."
Nathaniel heard a voice he didn't know shouting out his name. He looked around the small cave Vance had dragged him into. In the darkness he couldn't see the bloodstains that had to be there from the beating he had gotten earlier. Vance seemed to read his mind and reached for the club lying near. Not able to help himself, Nathaniel flinched.
Vance let out a dark laugh. "Don't worry," he said. "Pa wants you able to be sold and you put on the dress like I told you too … after some persuasion."
His cheeks grew warm as he glanced down at the simple flower dress he had put on before passing out.
"Knew it would fit you," Vance said with a smirk. Just then the shouting grew closer and his captor quickly moved behind him pulling the rope around his neck tight, threatening to strangle him. Nathaniel went limp catching Vance off-guard. Then he slammed his head back colliding with the teen behind him. Ignoring the rope he struggled to the mouth of the cave but was jerked off his feet hard. Gagging he laid where he had fallen as Vance approached, club in hand. With his arms still bound behind him there was nothing he could do when the weapon lowered.
There was a brilliant flash and Vance staggered back; in the light from the setting sun, at the entrance of the cave, stood a man that was a stranger to both boys. In right hand was a large glowing hammer. The man stepped inside and as Vance made a move to charge, another spell was cast that knocked the teen back, dazing him. Kneeling beside Nathaniel gentle fingers worked on the rope that had buried itself in his skin. Vance rushed again and the man let out a soft growl as he cast a third spell. This one caused his capture to stumble and hitting his head as he fell, he lay where he landed.
"That annoyance is taken care of," the man said. As he slipped the noose over Nathaniel's head his fingers brushed against his bruised ears. Vance had taken great fun in pinching the new formed flesh. "I didn't expected to find an elf child, are you Nathaniel?" He asked as he slipped the gag off.
His mouth too dry to talk, he nodded. Tender hands sat him up and took the ropes off his sore wrists. "How can one so young be so evil?" the stranger asked with a sigh. The man cradled Nathaniel. The boy felt magic swirl around his beaten body, it was different from the touch of his mother, fiercer, it overcame him and he shuddered. "Shh…" the stranger said. "You're pretty beat up; we can't return you to your family like that."
"Pa …" Nathaniel whispered hoarsely.
"I healed him before I came looking for you," the man said as he stood, still holding him. He stepped outside and Nathaniel saw a large chestnut horse standing nearby. "Easy, Mirador," the man whispered as he set the boy up on the saddle. "Here," his savior said giving Nathaniel a canteen that hung off the saddle horn. "Drink just a little at a time." The lukewarm water inside tasted like the sweetest honey to Nathaniel as he wet his parched tongue with small sips.
The stranger went back into the cave and returned a short time later with Vance stumbling behind him, his hands tied with the same rope he'd used on Nathaniel. With his other hand the man took his horse's reins and started walking. It dawned on the boy what he was still wearing and he started ripping the dress off. The man paused and walked over to his saddle bag. He handed Nathaniel an oversized shirt to put on and then continued on their way.
Nathaniel's ears picked up the sound of many excited voices; the man heard the same a few minutes later and paused. "This is where we part ways," he said as he helped Nathaniel down.
"Sir?" he asked confused.
"Just keep heading that direction," the man said pointing, "you'll see the river soon enough." There was a flash of light and Vance let out a loan moan. "I've incapacitated that one, with a small stun … shouldn't give you any trouble."
"You're a paladin," Nathaniel said.
"I was once," the man replied. "Go now, May the Light be with you." With that he swung up on his horse and rode off.
Nathaniel gripped the end of the rope in his hand tightly and walked toward the sound of voices. To his relief he picked out Foster's from the crowd. Stepping out into the clearing he wasn't noticed at first, then someone shouted and he was surrounded. Foster found him and hugged him tightly. "Damn it, Baby Brother," he said, "You've been gone for hours, we were afraid you were no longer in the area."
"Pa?" Nathaniel asked looking around.
"They put him in a wagon a bit ago," Foster said, "they were going to take him home. He… he hadn't woke up yet."
"What do we do with this one?" A man asked that held onto Vance.
"He's just a kid," someone else said.
"Brother," Nathaniel whispered, "don't let him hurt me anymore."
"Never again, Baby Brother," Foster promised.
"The elf looks no worse for wear," a man said, ruffling Nathaniel's hair.
"That's because the paladin healed me," he said defensively.
"Paladin?" someone said, "what paladin?"
"He rode away," Nathaniel said with a shrug, "on a big chestnut horse."
A knowing look was exchanged between the adults. "We'll take the boy to Andorhal and let them deal with him," a man said as Vance was loaded into a wagon.
Someone walked up to the boys. "You two should come with us, we'll send word to your folks."
"No, sir," Foster said. "We're going home."
"It will be dark soon," the man said.
"We'll be okay," Nathaniel replied, "as long as we have each other."
"Is it okay if I go with you?" Nathaniel glanced over at the girl that had spoken; it was Vance's sister, Wendy. "There is nothing left for me here."
Foster nodded and Nathaniel watched him help her up onto Nutmeg. Soothing Granite Foster climbed up onto the saddle and offered his hand to his brother. Once Nathaniel was up on the saddle they said their farewells and hurried home.
They hadn't ridden far when Nathaniel started to shift around trying to find a spot where his legs wouldn't chafe. "Baby Brother?" Foster asked glancing back at him.
"My legs are sore," Nathaniel said, "just trying to find a comfortable place, where they won't rub."
Foster reached back and touched his bare thigh. "What the hell?" he growled. "Where are your pants?"
Nathaniel flinched and his hands shook. "I … he … please, I don't want to …" He felt shameful tears start to fall.
"Fuck!" Foster's shout echoed through the darken forest. "We'll get stronger, Baby Brother," he growled, "no one will ever hurt us again." His brother urged their horse on and Wendy kept Nutmeg at their side. After a while the lights from Darrowshire could be seen in the distance. "Almost home," Foster said.
"There are some horses coming," Nathaniel said, hearing the approaching hooves long before the others, "two or three being ridden hard."
"Bet you a silver coin that we're the reason," Foster answered with a smirk.
They kept riding toward the other horses and a moment later three riders came over a hill. "Thank the Light," Grant said as he held his torch up and saw both boys. "Your father woke madder than a hornet when he realized you boys weren't with him." Alongside the field hand were Carlin Redpath and York Madison.
"Pa is awake?" Foster asked, relieved.
"And mad," Nathaniel said with a sigh.
"Not at you, child," Carlin said. "You will bring your family much joy; allow us to escort you back home."
Foster noticed Wendy hanging off to the edge of the group. "Please come with us," he said. The teenager nodded and they urged the horses into a gallop.
Soon they were pulling up in front of their house and the door flew open, their ma and sisters ran out. Nathaniel and Foster found themselves the recipients of many hugs and kisses. Leaving the horses in Grant's care they were ushered inside where they found their father resting on the couch, looking pale but alert. After the initial embrace their pa looked them over. "No worse for wear," he said, "thank the Light."
Nathaniel made no mention of the healing he had received; he couldn't see where the news of his beating would bring any good. They did fill their father in on the paladin that had saved him and freed Nathaniel. "Tirion Fordring," their father said, "they call him a traitor to the crown but this is the second time he's come to our aid. I pray the Light continues to watch over him." His eyes darkened at the mention of Vance. "He's just a child, perhaps he can still be molded into a force of good. I'll send a note to Andorhal tomorrow."
Nathaniel excused himself and hurried up to his room. Carefully taking off the oversize shirt he stood for a moment naked in front of a mirror. The elf that looked back at him was still a stranger. The physical wounds were gone, he double checked by turning around slowly in front of the mirror. He knew the ones people couldn't see would last longer. In the reflection he saw Foster walk into the room, their eyes met. There was vigor in his brother's gaze that hadn't been there this morning. He was sure he shared the same; they had lost their innocence this day.
"Ma is healing Wendy's face," Foster said, walking over to their dresser and tossing clothes at Nathaniel who caught them. "Seems I'm no longer the oldest in the family. They are going to take her in; she'll sleep in Janice's room."
"Good," Nathaniel said, slipping a shirt over his head. "She's a gentle soul; hopefully we can help her heal on the inside too."
"I'll try my hardest," Foster said, looking intently at him. Nathaniel knew he wasn't just referring to their new sister.
"Me too," Nathaniel said, allowing himself to smile. "We're going to be okay, Brother."

Author's Note: Where about to experience our next time skip, one that lasts many chapters. My boys will now be 'legal' in my eyes, though not immediately there will be a couple of boy/girl sex scenes. There are no slash/yaoi sex scenes in this story but there will be affection shown between males (including chaste kisses, I favor foreheads it's enduring to me); especially once the elves are more prominent. Just wanted to point out what you were getting into as the story progressed. ~ K
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